The God is where On the horizon no more sun shines I am walking on a street A little cold wind' s touching my face A little tear appears on my eyes when seeing some poor man's exhausted after playing lovely music his child and a bowl beside on the pavement ... - The sounds from the bars flying in my ears Somes others They are rich - exciting - I want to tell the God : " My God ! I don't know where you are ! " Suddenly , I cry , really cry " WALT Whitman't comes here ..." ( * ) I ask my self , " Millions people - poor on all the world How America to share ?! " Africa Vietnam ect more and more ... here and there ... - All the World must love each other - Oh ! My God where you are ?! THU KHANH -bài 821 - ( Settle - 8- 18- 2013 ) PS=( * ) = Walt Whitman's = tên Thi Sĩ lớn nhất của Mỹ ( với tác phẩm LÁ CỎ )
